ti  IJUmtfrmm. 


William  Ives  Budington,  D.D. 


NEW  YORK : 

A.  C.  ARMSTRONG  & SON. 


1880. 


Press  of  S.  W.  Green’s  Son,  74  Beekman  Street,  N.  Y. 


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WILLIAM  IVES  BUDINGTON 


William  Ives  Budington  was  born  in  New  Haven,  Conn.,  on 
the  2 1 st  of  April,  1815,  graduated  at  Yale  College  in  1834,  and  studied 
theology  at  the  Yale  Divinity  School  and  at  Andover,  leaving  the 
latter  institution  in  1839.  He  was  ordained  pastor  of  the  First 
Church,  Charlestown,  Mass.,  April  22d,  1840.  He  resigned  his  charge 
in  Charlestown  September,  1854.  For  a few  months  he  preached  in 
the  Western  Presbyterian  Church  in  Philadelphia,  and  in  April,  1855, 
accepted  a call  to  the  Clinton  Avenue  Congregational  Church,  Brook- 
lyn, N.  Y.,  in  the  following  letter : 

“ Philadelphia,  Pa.,  April  20,  1855. 

“ To  the  Clinton  Avenue  Congregational  Church  and  Society. 

“ Dear  Brethren  : Since  receiving  your  second  invitation  to  settle 
with  you  in  the  ministry  of  the  Gospel  as  your  pastor  and  teacher,  I 
have  been  led  to  think  that  it  was  my  duty  to  do  so,  and  by  this  com- 
munication I do  now  cordially  signify  my  acceptance  of  your  invita- 
tion. I am  led  to  this  step  by  a conviction  that  there  is  a wide  and 
inviting  field  of  labor  around  you,  and  one  which  it  is  your  mission  to 
cultivate  and  reap,  and  especially  that  there*  is  a readiness  to  labor, 
and  if  need  be  to  bear  self-denial,  not  only  among  yourselves,  but  also 
on  the  part  of  other  Christian  friends  not  yet  united  with  you.  I do 
now  cheerfully  and  earnestly  offer  my  ministry  and  pastoral  services 
to  a union  and  co-operation  with  yourselves,  in  the  humble  hope  that 
He  whose  name  we  bear,  and  who  is  head  over  all  things  to  the 
church, will  graciously  own  our  poor  endeavors  to  establish  a church  and 
house  for  His  glory  which  shall  stand  through  long  succeeding  years. 

“ I must,  however,  give  expression  to  my  deep  consciousness  that  I 
shall  stand  in  need  of  your  largest  indulgence  and  your  continual  pray- 
j ers  that  my  infirmities  may  be  supplemented  by  your  charity,  and  be 
made  effectual,  through  the  power  of  God,  to  the  edification  of  His 
church  and  the  conversion  of  sinners.  It  is  my  intention,  with  the 
leave  of  divine  Providence,  to  assume  the  charge  of  the  pulpit  at 
once,  beginning  with  the  Sabbath  the  29th  inst.  And  now,  relying 
upon  the  union  of  the  church  and  society  and  the  hearty  co-operation 
of  the  friends  of  Christ  in  your  neighborhood,  but  chiefly  and  above 
all  upon  the  necessary  and  indispensable  blessing  of  God,  I again 
signify  my  acceptance  of  your  call,  and  subscribe  myself 

“ Faithfully  your  friend  and  servant  in  Christ  Jesus, 

(Signed)  “Wm.  Ives  Budington.” 


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He  was  installed  as  pastor  December  19th,  1855,  and  remained  in 
the  church  until  1878,  when  continued  infirmity  of  health  obliged  him 
to  suspend  his  active  work. 

The  disease  of  which  Doctor  Budington  died  was  declared  in  May, 

1877,  to  be  epithelial  cancer. 

There  were  four  different  surgical  operations  performed  on  his  lip : 
one  in  August,  1877  ; the  second  in  April,  1878  ; the  third,  in  London, 
on  the  19th  of  July,  1878 ; and  the  last,  in  Brooklyn,  November  16th, 

1878. 

The  continued  progress  of  disease  compelled  the  following  letter 
of  resignation : 

“ To  the  Members  and  Congregation  of  the  Clinton  Avenue  Congrega- 
tional Church. 

“ Dearly  Beloved  : It  has  pleased  God  to  lay  His  hand  upon  me 
in  bodily  affliction,  and  take  from  me  the  ability  to  discharge  towards 
you  the  duties  of  a pastor  and  teacher.  This  renewal  of  the  disease 
from  which  I have  suffered,  and  so  soon  after  my  return  home  from 
the  vacation  you  kindly  gave  me,  has  come  upon  me  suddenly  and 
unexpectedly,  but  I desire  to  bow  to  the  will  of  God  humbly  and  sub- 
missively. 

“ God  has  been  good  to  me  in  all  the  past  years,  and  He  is  good 
to  me  now  in  the  midst  of  the  pain  and  disappointment  which  it  has 
pleased  Him  to  allot  me.  He  has  especially  comforted  me  by  the 
kindness  and  sympathy  which  you  have  shown  me. 

“ No  sooner  did  you  hear  of  my  affliction  than  you  manifested  a 
readiness  to  do  all  in  your  power  to  relieve  me  of  anxiety.  By  the 
concurrent  action  of  the  committee  and  trustees,  and  by  the  unani- 
mous vote  of  the  church  and  congregation,  I was  released  from  all 
pastoral  duties  for  six  months,  and  you  accompanied  the  resolution 
with  the  expression  of  the  hope  that  by  this  release  I might  regain 
health  and  strength.  You  have  laid  me  under  obligation  no  less  by 
the  ways  in  which  you  have  personally  remembered  me. 

“Although  I have  not  been  permitted  to  see  your  faces,  your 
voices  have  seemed  to  break  into  the  silence  of  my  chamber,  and  I 
have  been  surrounded  by  beautiful  and  fragrant  remembrances  of 
your  love.  Each  manifestation  of  Christian  sympathy  has  been  a 
solace  to  me  in  my  enforced  seclusion,  and  I have  been  sustained  by 
the  knowledge  that  I was  remembered  in  your  prayers.  But  I should 
esteem  myself  unworthy  of  all  this  affection  and  confidence,  did  I 
not,  as  soon  as  I am  able,  and  as  frankly  as  possible,  express  the  con- 
viction which  the  providence  of  God  has  forced  upon  me  that  it  is 
my  duty  to  resign  my  pastoral  office,  and  to  give  you  the  opportunity 
to  select  another  minister.  It  is  true  I am  now  apparently  recovering, 
and  am  encouraged  greatly  by  my  medical  adviser,  yet  the  prospect  of 


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my  entire  restoration  is  made  to  depend  in  part  upon  freedom  from 
all  care  for  a considerable  period  of  time. 

“ But  you  need  a pastor  at  once.  The  sad  and  numerous  bereave- 
ments which  have  befallen  many  families  of  the  congregation  within 
the  last  four  weeks  make  me  feel  that  you  never  needed  one  more. 
Painful,  therefore,  as  it  is  to  me,  I feel  constrained,  in  duty  to  you 
and  to  the  interests  of  the  Redeemer’s  kingdom,  to  ask  you  to  accept 
my  resignation  of  the  office  which  it  has  been  my  honor  and  my  hap- 
piness to  hold  among  you  for  nearly  twenty-four  years.  But  it  is  my 
comfort  to  know  that  this  is  God’s  appointment,  and  I cherish  the 
assurance  that  He  will  bless  you,  and  more  abundantly,  in  the  coming 
time. 

“ I have  great  satisfaction  in  the  thought  that  as  a church  you 
have  not  lived  to  yourselves,  but  to  Christ ; that  you  have  taken  part 
in  all  good  work  in  this  neighborhood  and  in  our  city,  and  that  your 
benevolence  is  spoken  of  not  only  at  home,  but  in  the  ends  of  the  earth. 

“ May  the  great  Head  of  the  church  speedily  send  you  a man 
full  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  a true  and  faithful  minister  of  Christ,  loving 
not  yours  but  you,  and  ready  to  be  your  servant  for  Jesus’  sake  ! 

*'  Meanwhile  my  prayer  is  that  your  fellowship  may  be  unbroken; 
that  you  may  stand  together  in  the  mutual  discharge  of  your  covenant 
obligations  ; and  that,  by  united  and  fervent  prayer,  you  may  wait 
upon  God  till  He  send  you  a man  after  His  own  heart.  I do  not  bid 
you  farewell.  I hope  still  to  be  with  you,  if  not  as  your  pastor,  as 
one  who  can  never  forget  that  he  has  been  your  pastor,  and  whose 
dearest  hope  it  is  to  spend  an  eternity  with  you  under  the  care  of  the 
Shepherd  and  Bishop  of  our  souls. 

“ Accept  the  assurance  of  my  love  to  the  congregation  and  to  each 
member  of  the  congregation,  and  believe  me  your  grateful  and  affec- 
tionate pastor, 

, “ Wm.  Ives  Budington.” 

Brooklyn,  December  17,  1878. 

At  a special  meeting  of  the  church  held  January  22d,  1879,  the 
letter  of  resignation  was  read,  and  the  following  preamble  and  resolu- 
tions were  unanimously  passed : 

“ Whereas,  Our  loved  and  honored  pastor.  Rev.  William  I^p  Bud- 
ington, D.D.,  constrained  by  the  pressure  of  prolonged  physical  weak- 
ness, disabling  him  from  further  bearing  the  burdens  and  meeting  the 
requirements  of  the  onerous  pastorate,  has  felt  compelled  to  with- 
draw from  all  active  duties  and  submit  his  resignation  of  them  to  his 
church  and  congregation  ; and, 

“ Whereas,  We  as  a church  and  society  have  been  called  to  take  a 
formal  action  upon  the  letter,  which  now,  as  when  we  first  heard  from 
our  pulpit  its  tender  and  touching  words,  awakens  our  deepest  regret 
at  the  providential  necessity  which  called  it  forth  , therefore, 


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“Resolved,  That  profoundly  impressed  with  the  conviction  that  the 
interests  of  His  church  are  dearer  to  the  great  Head  of  the  church 
than  they  can  possibly  be  to  any  of  His  followers,  we  bow  with  resig- 
nation to  the  stroke  that  takes  from  us  the  pastor  and  friend  whose 
loving  care  and  guidance  we  have  so  long  enjoyed. 

“ Resolved , That  we  cannot  express  too  strongly  our  gratitude  to  that 
kind  Providence  that,  in  the  early  history  of  our  church,  selected  and 
sent  to  it  one  to  take  the  spiritual  charge  of  this  enterprise  in  our  new 
and  growing  part  of  the  city,  so  admirably  constituted  by  nature  and  by 
grace  to  meet  its  requirements ; by  education  and  conviction  devoted 
to  the  principles  and  the  ancestral  faith  of  the  founders  of  the  church ; 
by  experience  and  preparation  of  heart  and  mind  qualified  to  counsel, 
to  comfort,  to  instruct ; by  refined  and  cultured  sensibilities,  by  quick 
and  responsive  sympathies,  and  by  ready  and  eloquent  utterance,  gifted 
with  the  power  of  personally  attracting  friends  and  parishioners.  To 
him,  under  that  Providence,  do  we  owe  it  that  the  feeble  church  has 
become  such  a power  for  good  in  our  city  and  denomination.  Under 
his  wise  and  faithful  and  loving  care  the  spacious  edifice  which  we 
entered  soon  after  his  installation,  and  in  which  we  were  but  a hand- 
ful, has  been  filled  with  attentive  worshippers.  The  membership  which 
called  him  has  been  increased  seven-fold.  The  enterprises  and  activi- 
ties of  the  people,  originated  or  stimulated  by  his  thoughtfulness, 
have  been  multiplied  and  developed  till  their  influence  and  benevo- 
lence have  carried  their  refreshing  visitations  far  beyond  the  bounds 
of  the  parish ; while  the  church,  educated  for  nearly  a quarter  of  a 
century  under  his  ministry,  has  become  rooted  and  grounded  in  the 
faith,  vigorous  in  maintaining  its  own  institutions,  and  prompt  to  en- 
courage and  aid  those  less  favored  in  bearing  their  burdens.  Surely 
for  such  a ministry  our  profoundest  gratitude  is  due. 

“Resolved,  That  while  grateful  that  our  pulpit  has  been  honored  by 
a sound  and  learned  theologian,  an  earnest  and  effective  preacher,  and 
an  eloquent  and  ready  advocate  of  every  interest  of  humanity  and  of 
the  cause  of  Christ,  we  cherish  as  still  dearer  and  more  precious  the 
privilege  of  being  so  closely  associated  with  a pastor,  true  and  noble 
as  a man,  with  a warm  and  loving  spirit,  full  of  tender  sympathies, 
whose  hand,  whose  heart,  whose  home  was  always  open  at  our  call. 
In  our  homes  he  has  been  a welcome  friend  ; while  in  times  of  trouble, 
by  beds  of  sickness  and  in  hours  of  affliction  and  bereavement,  he  has 
been  to  us  the  angel  of  mercy  and  consolation. 

“Resolved,  That  remembering  the  past  with  undying  affection,  and 
grateful  for  the  life-work  whose  results  have  secured  for  us  the  strength 
and  success  we  now  enjoy,  while  regretting  the  necessity  that  com- 
pelled the  resignation  from  active  duties  of  our  pastor,  we  accede  to 
what  we  believe  to  be  his  sincere  request,  with  the  understanding  and 
the  hope  that  he  will  continue  to  honor  us  by  remaining  with  us  as 


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pastor  emeritus  ; which  position  we  cordially  entreat  him  in  love  to  us 
to  assume,  trusting  that  we  may  continue  to  share  the  benediction  of 
his  presence,  his  sympathies,  and  his  prayers,  while  we  may  still  enjoy 
the  privilege  of  lifting  our  prayers  for  him  to  God  who  gave  him  to 
us,  and  who,  we  trust,  will  continue  to  him  and  his  beloved  wife  the 
sustaining  comfort  and  consolation  of  that  Gospel  he  has  so  long 
ministered  to  us,  the  people  of  his  charge.  ’ 

And  to  this  action  of  the  church  Dr.  Budington  made  the  follow- 
ing answer : 

“To  the  Church  and  Society  of  the  Clinton  Avenue  Congregational 

Church. 

“ Dearly  Beloved  : I have  received  a copy  of  the  preamble  and 
resolution  unanimously  adopted  by  you  at  the  special  meeting  held  on 
the  22d  day  of  January,  in  which  you  have  in  the  kindest  possible 
terms  released  me  from  the  active  duties  of  the  pastorate,  and  tender 
me  the  appointment  of  pastor  emeritus  for  life.  I thank  you  for  what 
you  have  done,  and  not  less  for  the  manner  in  which  you  have  done 
it.  Your  words  have  been  precious  beyond  expression  to  my  heart, 
and  will  be  treasured  in  my  memory  as  long  as  I live.  Notwithstand- 
ing I am  deeply  conscious  how  far  short  1 come  of  meriting  the  lan- 
guage you  have  employed  respecting  me,  1 value  it  none  the  less  as 
an  expression  of  your  love  for  one  who  has  been  permitted  so  long 
to  minister  to  you  in  the  name  of  Christ ; and  I accept  with  gratitude 
to  you,  and  to  Him  who  has  inspired  your  hearts,  the  position  of  pas- 
tor emeritus,  which,  releasing  me  from  the  duties  of  a pastor,  never- 
theless gives  me  the  name,  and  permits  me  to  cherish  the  sentiments 
belonging  to  so  tender  a relation. 

“ I pray  you  also  to  accept  my  thanks  for  the  generous  salary  you 
have  since  voted  for  the  ensuing  year.  The  unanimity  with  which  all 
this  has  been  done  has  left  me  nothing  to  desire,  and  1 can  only  assure 
you,  my  dear  people,  of  the  heartfelt  thankfulness  and  love  I bear 
you,  singly  and  collectively.  The  fact  that  both  in  the  resolutions 
you  have  passed  and  in  the  office  you  have  created  you  have  far 
exceeded  my  deservings,  seems  only  to  increase  my  respect  and  affec- 
tion toward  you ; for  I recognize  in  your  action  toward  me,  as  your 
minister,  the  love  you  bear  to  the  great  Head  of  the  church,  and  the 
reverence  you  cherish  for  the  church  and  the  ministry  He  has  him- 
self instituted.  To  His  dear  name  be  all  the  glory. 

“ I remain,  with  most  grateful  sentiments, 

“ Your  affectionate  pastor, 

“ Wm.  Ives  Budington. 

“ Brooklyn,  February  26,  1879.” 

He  died  in  Brooklyn  on  Saturday,  November  29th,  1879,  at  10.30 
A..M.,  and  was  buried  in  Greenwood  on  the  2d  December.  1879. 


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FUNERAL  SERVICES,  AT  THE  CLINTON  AVENUE  CON- 
GREGATIONAL CHURCH. 

The  stenographer  can  make  an  accurate  record  of  the 
spoken  words,  and  all  he  can  do  is  found  in  the  following 
pages ; but  the  inspiration  of  the  burial  service  cannot  be 
written.  The  day,  one  of  singular  beauty,  balmy  and 
bright,  the  vast  and  sympathetic  audience,  the  spirit  of  the 
occasion,  transforming  the  customary  grief  and  sorrow 
into  the  elevating,  sanctifying,  triumphant  joy — all  attest 
the  power  of  that  endless  life  which  though  dead  yet 
speaketh,  and  remains  on  earth  a living  force  in  the  hearts 
of  men. 

The  body  having  been  attended  from  the  residence  to 
the  church  by  the  family  of  Dr.  Budington  and  the  officers 
of  his  church  and  society,  the  public  services  were  con- 
ducted in  the  following  order: 


CHANT  BY  THE  CHOIR: 

Blessed  are  the  dead,  who  die  in  the  Lord  from  henceforth ; 

Yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from  their  labors,  and  their 
works  do  follow  them. 

Our  days  on  earth  are  as  a shadow,  and  there  is  none  abiding ; 

We  are  but  of  yesterday  • there  is  but  a step  between  us  and  death  , 

Man’s  days  are  as  grass  : as  a flower  of  the  field  so  he  flourisheth  ; 

He  appeareth  for  a little  time,  then  vanisheth  away. 

Watch  ! for  ye  know  not  what  hour  your  Lord  doth  come  ■ 

Be  ye  also  ready ; for  in  such  an  hour  as  ye  think  not,  the  Son  of  man 
cometh, 

It  is  the  Lord  , let  Him  do  what  seemeth  Him  good  ; 

The  Lord  gave,  and  the  Lord  hath  taken  away,  and  blessed  be  the 
name  of  the  Lord. 

Blessed  are  the  dead,  who  die  in  the  Lord  from  henceforth  ; 

Yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from  their  labors,  and  their 
works  do  follow  them. 


Opening  Prayer,  by  Rev.  Dr.  A.  S.  Hunt. 

O God,  our  Father!  Thou  hast  summoned  us  this 
day  unto  thy  presence,  and  we  lift  up  our  cry  unto  thee 
for  a blessing. 

Our  hearts  are  burdened  and  subdued,  for  thou  hast 
taken  from  our  fellowship  on  earth  one  who  thou  didst 
cause  to  be  a blessing  to  us  in  the  years  that  are  gone. 
O Lord ! We  beseech  thee  to  draw  near  to  us  while  we 
wait  in  thy  house.  Give  us  thy  Holy  Spirit ! Direct  the 
services  of  this  solemn  hour  so  that  we  may  be  soothed 
and  comforted.  May  all  that  find  expression  here  be 
helpful  to  us,  and,  if  it  please  thee,  so  direct  the  thoughts 
of  our  hearts  which  find  no  expression  that  they  may 
prove  more  helpful  still. 

Let  us  so  wait  before  thee,  in  humility  and  penitence 
and  faith,  that  we  may  receive  thy  richest  benediction. 

Hear  us,  O our  Father ! and  make  known  to  us  the 
joy  of  thy  salvation,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen. 


Hymn,  Read  by  Rev.  A.  J.  Lyman. 

Oh,  cease,  my  wandering  soul. 

On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 

All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 

Hath  not  for  thee  a home. 

Behold  the  ark  of  God ! 

Behold  the  open  door ! 

Oh,  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 

And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

There  safe  thou  shalt  abide. 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest ; 

And  every  longing  satisfied, 

With  full  salvation  blest. 


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Scripture  Selections,  Read  by  Rev.  A.  H.  Clapp,  D.D. 

As  touching  the  resurrection  of  the  dead,  have  ye  not 
read  that  which  was  spoken  unto  you  by  God,  saying,  I 
am  the  God  of  Abraham,  and  the  God  of  Isaac,  and  the 
God  of  Jacob?  God  is  not  the  God  of  the  dead,  but  of 
the  living.  Jesus  saith  unto  her,  Thy  brother  shall  rise 
again.  Martha  saith  unto  him,  I know  that  he  shall  rise 
again  in  the  resurrection  at  the  last  day.  Jesus  said  unto 
her,  I am  the  resurrection  and  the  life : he  that  believeth 
in  me,  though  he  were  dead,  yet  shall  he  live : and  whoso- 
ever liveth  and  believeth  in  me,  shall  never  die.  Let  not 
jrour  heart  be  troubled.  In  my  Father’s  house  are  many 
mansions : if  it  were  not  so,  I would  have  told  you.  I 
go  to  prepare  a place  for  you.  And  if  I go  and  prepare  a 
place  for  you,  I will  come  again,  and  receive  you  unto 
myself ; that  where  I am,  there  ye  may  be  also.  I am 
the  way,  the  truth,  and  the  life.  Because  I live  ye 
shall  live  also.  Father,  I will  that  they  also  whom 
thou  hast  given  me,  be  with  me  where  I am,  that  they 
may  behold  my  glory,  which  thou  hast  given  me. 

But  now  is  Christ  risen  from  the  dead,  and  become  the 
first  fruits  of  them  that  slept.  For  as  in  Adam  all  die,  even 
so  in  Christ  shall  all  be  made  alive.  The  last  enemy  that 
shall  be  destroyed  is  death.  Behold  I shew  you  a mystery  ; 
we  shall  not  all  sleep,  but  we  shall  all  be  changed,  in  a 
moment,  in  the  twinkling  of  an  eye,  at  the  last  trump.  So 
when  this  corruptible  shall  have  put  on  incorruption,  and 
this  mortal  shall  have  put  on  immortality,  then  shall  be 
brought  to  pass  the  saying  that  is  written,  Death  is  swal- 
lowed up  in  victory.  O death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? O 
grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? Thanks  be  to  God,  which 
giveth  us  the  victory,  through  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ. 
If  we  believe  that  Jesus  died  and  rose  again,  even  so 
them  also  which  sleep  in  Jesus  will  God  bring  with  him. 

The  Lord  himself  shall  descend  from  heaven  with  a 
shout,  with  the  voice  of  the  archangel,  and  with  the  trump 
of  God : and  the  dead  in  Christ  shall  rise  first : then  we 
which  are  alive  and  remain  shall  be  caught  up  together 


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with  them  in  the  clouds,  to  meet  the  Lord  in  the  air ; and 
so  shall  we  ever  be  with  the  Lord.  Wherefore  comfort 
one  another  with  these  words. 

Blessed  and  holy  is  he  that  hath  part  in  the  first  resur- 
rection ; on  such  the  second  death  hath  no  power,  but 
they  shall  be  priests  of  God  and  of  Christ,  and  shall  reign 
with  him  a thousand  years.  I heard  a voice  from  heaven 
saying  unto  me,  write,  Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in 
the  Lord  from  henceforth ; yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they 
may  rest  from  their  labors,  and  their  works  do  follow 
them.  They  shall  hunger  no  more,  neither  thirst  any 
more  : neither  shall  the  sun  light  on  them,  nor  any  heat ; 
for  the  Lamb  which  is  in  the  midst  of  the  throne  shall 
feed  them,  and  shall  lead  them  unto  living  fountains  of 
waters ; and  God  shall  wipe  away  all  tears  from  their  eyes. 
And  they  shall  see  his  face ; and  his  name  shall  be  in  their 
foreheads.  And  there  shall  be  no  night  there ; and  they 
need  no  candle,  neither  light  of  the  sun,  for  the  Lord  God 
giveth  them  light : and  they  shall  reign  forever  and  ever. 
And  there  shall  be  no  more  death,  neither  sorrow  nor  cry- 
ing, neither  shall  there  be  any  more  pain ; for  the  former 
things  are  passed  away. 

I am  now  ready  to  be  offered,  and  the  time  of  my  de- 
parture is  at  hand.  I have  fought  a good  fight,  I have 
finished  my  course,  I have  kept  the  faith.  Henceforth 
there  is  laid  up  for  me  a crown  of  righteousness,  which 
the  Lord,  the  righteous  Judge,  shall  give  me  at  that  day; 
and  not  tome  only,  but  unto  all  them  also  that  love  his  ap- 
pearing. 


Address,  by  Rev.  T.  L.  Cuyler,  D.D. 

We  are  assembled  in  the  house  of  God;  but  in  the 
presence  of  this  slumbering  man  of  God  it  seems  indeed 
as  if  it  were  the  “ gate  of  heaven.”  Many  things  crowd 
upon  me  now  that  I would  fain  say  if  I let  my  heart  out. 
But  I should  do  great  violence  to  my  own  feelings  and 
the  feelings  of  that  neighboring  church  that  I now  repre-' 
sent  if  at  this  time  I were  to  remain  silent.  For  nearly 


& OF  ILL  U3. 


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twenty  years  this  beloved  brother  and  he  who  now  ad- 
dresses you  have  been  neighbors  and  brethren,  bound  to- 
gether in  strongest  ties  of  Christian  labor  and  personal 
affection  ; and  the  churches  have  so  intermingled  that 
they  are  not  so  much  like  twin  churches  as  one  flock  with 
denominational  differences  thin  as  paper,  but  an  unity 
as  deep  and  strong  as  the  love  of  Him  who  died  for  us. 
These  twenty  years  have  given  me  constant  opportunity  for 
the  most  careful  observation  and  study  of  this  beautiful 
life  that  has  now  passed  into  the  life  of  the  heavenly  world. 
I saw  his  going  out  and  his  coming  in,  by  day  and  by 
night,  year  after  year,  all  through  these  the  last  years  of 
his  life. 

Others  will  follow  me  this  morning  and  speak  of 
Dr.  Budington’s  pulpit  gifts  and  services  in  the  Church  of 
Christ.  I have  preferred  to  simply  speak  of  him  as  the 
shepherd  of  this  flock.  Dr.  Budington  was  the  very 
prince  of  pastors.  Sometimes  the  pride  of  a congregation 
is  excited  by  brilliant  pulpit  performances — the  love  of 
the  people  can  only  be  won  by  pastoral  fidelity.  He 
chose  “the  better  part,”  and  continually  came  to  this  pul- 
pit as  a workman,  thoroughly  furnished  with  God’s  truth 
for  God’s  work ; yet  he  felt  that  his  great  hold  here  was 
that  deep,  unchangeable,  immovable  hold  on  the  people’s 
hearts.  He  went  in  and  out  among  them  as  one  of  them 
— he  went  on  his  way  of  love  on  his  pastoral  visits.  His 
idea  of  a church  was  just  simply  the  primitive  one — a 
fold,  a flock,  a shepherd.  The  feeding-place  of  the  fod 
was  this  pulpit.  He  fed  them  with  the  finest  of  wheat. 
The  flock  was  scattered  through  these  streets  and  avenues. 
Wherever  the  flock  was  the  shepherd  was — from  house 
to  house  and  from  heart  to  heart  he  made  the  pilgrimage 
of  love  for  nearly  a quarter  of  a century,  and  when  crape 
was  on  the  door,  and  heart-break  in  the  chamber,  our 
brother  was  there  with  his  tender  ministrations — not 
merely  in  a cold  perfunctory  manner,  but  mingling  his 
tears  with  theirs  in  the  house  of  sorrow.  Those  of  us 
who  have  an  empty  crib  at  home  will  recall  how  we  were 
comforted  by  his  words  of  tenderness.  He  was  a shep- 


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herd  that  never  overlooked  a single  one,  not  even  the 
humblest  and  poorest.  Dear  brethren  and  sisters  of  this 
church,  how  continually  through  all  these  years  to  come 
you  will  recall  his  gentle  courtesy,  his  kind  benignity,  his 
well-ordered  speech,  the  words  which  he  spoke  in  wisdom 
and  in  love!  His  power  was  peculiarly  heart-power.  He 
was  faithful  as  a pastor,  was  assiduous  in  his  humblest 
duties,  was  constant  in  his  devotion  to  your  interests,  and 
he  has  reaped  his  reward.  If  he  was  lovable,  you  loved 
him. 

When  Paul  was  in  captivity  for  Christ  at  Rome, 
he  wrote  to  his  faithful  brethren  at  Philippi : “ I rejoice 
in  the  Lord  greatly  that  your  care  for  me  has  flourished 
again.”  The  literal  reading  of  that  passage  is:  “ I rejoice 
in  the  Lord  greatly,  that  your  thought  for  me  has  blos- 
somed out  afresh.”  How  truly  could  that  beloved  brother 
say  of  this  church  : “ I rejoice  greatly  that  your  thought 
for  me  has  blossomed  afresh” ! Your  love  for  him  was 
perpetually  in  full  bloom,  the  fragrance  of  which  sweetened 
yonder  dying  chamber,  and  made  death  seem  easy  as  he 
went  home  to  his  reward  and  crown  of  glory.  How  ten- 
derly you  all  felt  for  him,  for  you  knew  his  bodily  in- 
firmities— you  knew  what  burdens  he  had  to  carry  as 
pastor  and  preacher  and  laborer  for  the  interests  of  Christ. 
Three  several  times  do  I recollect  you  released  him  from 
this  pulpit,  when  worn  down  with  labor,  and  sent  him 
across  the  ocean.  It  was  my  privilege  to  be  his  com- 
panion on  one  of  these  visits  across  the  sea  ; and  as  I re- 
call his  conversations,  his  refined  amenities,  his  honest 
truthfulness,  his  transparent  upright  character,  through 
which  you  could  see  clear  down  to  the  bottom  of  his  soul, 
I can  say  honestly  here,  that  while  I have  been  permitted 
to  have  met  many  great  and  good  men,  I have  never 
known  a nobler  man  than  William  Ives  Budington. 

To  write  a good  sermon  requires  often  but  a few  hours ; 
to  write  a good  book  requires  a few  months  or  years  ; but 
to  write  a good  example  requires  a lifetime.  For  all  these 
long  years  our  brother  has  been  steadily  weaving  and 
working  out  an  example  of  godliness  which  he  leaves  to 


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the  Clinton  avenue  congregation  and  the  churches  of  this 
city.  Pure  of  heart  and  honest  of  speech  and  circumspect 
in  life,  his  example  was  a constant  study  for  the  members 
of  his  flock,  while  in  his  pulpit  he  was  an  example  of 
supreme  devotion  to  every  line  of  that  Book  of  Heaven. 
In  the  pulpit  his  was  a noble  example  of  loyalty  to  God’s 
revealed  Word.  His  example  before  this  community  was 
one  of  unblemished  and  holy  conversation.  The  last 
chapters  of  his  beautiful  life  have  been  written  in  secret ; 
the  last  pages  have  been  blotted  with  the  tears  of  this 
sympathizing  people.  Our  God  ordered  that  he  would 
serve  Him  before  men.  The  pain  that  he  suffered  in  yonder 
dwelling  is  known  only  to  Him  who  can  temper  the  sharp- 
est wind  to  the  shorn  lamb.  So  it  was  to  be  that  the  last 
legacy  was  to  be  an  example  of  quiet,  submissive  patience. 
While  disease  was  slowly  devouring  this  frail  tabernacle,  his 
soul  was  longing  to  break  its  earthly  camp  and  to  be  with 
Jesus.  Last  Saturday  morning,  while  the  sands  of  time 
were  sinking,  the  dawn  of  heaven  burst  in  upon  yonder 
darkened  chamber  of  death.  For  days  and  days  and  days 
anxious  enquiries  were  made  at  that  door ; tributes  of 
flowers  were  sent  in,  but  he  could  not  see  the  gifts.  All 
that  was  an  outward  tribute  to  one  who  had  passed  know- 
ing what  you  were  doing  and  what  you  were  saying.  For 
the  last  few  hours  his  spirit  seemed  to  be  behind  a veil 
of  bodily  infirmity,  and  then  gently,  quietly,  sweetly  it  left 
the  tent,  and  the  spirit  went  home  “to  God  who  gave  it,” 
and  unto  that  precious  Jesus  who  died  to  redeem  him. 
The  city  mourns  to-day,  the  Church  of  Christ  mourns  to- 
day, yet  rejoices  in  such  a life  and  in  such  labors.  Under 
this  sunny  sky  you  will  carry  my  brother  for  the  last  time, 
from  the  scenes  of  his  fidelity  and  his  godly  influence. 
When  he  is  gone  his  name  will  linger  here.  It  will  be 
“ Dr.  Budington’s  church”  for  many  long  years  to  come. 
His  monument  is  here  ; his  record  is  on  high.  As  you  go 
forth  to  lay  him  down  in  his  resting-place  at  Greenwood, 
where  he  so  often  mingled  his  tears  with  yours  in  your 
afflictions,  his  dust  will  mingle  with  the  dust  of  his  beloved 
flock.  He  will  sleep  close  beside  them,  and  he  wil 


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“ break  ground  ” for  them  on  the  Resurrection  mom ! 
Bear  him  out  from  this  loved  spot  gently ! Carry  him 
tenderly,  for  ye  are  bearing  “ a temple  of  the  Holy  Ghost !” 
I am  only  voicing  the  inmost  thoughts  of  all  this  mourn- 
ing multitude  when  I say — 

“ Brother,  accept  our  parting  song; 

Earth’s  road  was  short,  Heaven’s  rest  is  long; 

The  Lord  brought  here,  the  Lord  takes  hence: 

This  is  no  place  of  permanence. 

" And  open  wide,  thou  Gate  of  Peace! 

And  let  our  brother’s  journey  cease; 

Let  us  smooth  a narrow  couch,  dear  neighbors, 

For  slumbers  won  by  life-long  labors.” 


Address,  by  Rev.  J.  Clement  French,  D.D. 

“ How  is  the  strong  staff  broken,  and  the  beautiful  rod  !” 

I looked  in  the  morning  paper  and  saw  these  words, 
“ Entered  into  life  but  before  my  eye  had  fallen  upon 
the  name,  my  mind  had  shot  swifter  than  a ray  of  light  to 
the  opening  heavens,  and  my  heart  had  exclaimed,  “ A 
Christian  has  been  translated  and  glorified/’  Another 
glance,  and  I knew  that  he  whom  I had  known  and 
honored  and  loved  for  more  than  twenty  years,  my  neigh- 
bor, my  friend,  my  companion,  my  counsellor — at  once 
my  Christian  brother  and  father — had  reached  the  first 
goal  of  immortal  being.  When  the  saintly  Owen  drew 
near  that  open  gate,  a brother  in  Christ  entered  his  room 
and  exclaimed,  “ I am  so  glad  to  see  that  you  are  still  in 
the  land  of  the  living.”  To  whom  the  blessed  saint,  fixing 
on  him  the  eyes  in  which  already  beamed  the  light  of  the 
near  eternity,  and  lifting  his  emaciated  finger  heavenward, 
said,  “ I am  still  in  the  land  of  the  dying , but  I am  going 
to  the  land  of  the  living.”  If  those  lips  which  for  nearly 
a quarter  of  a century  proclaimed  the  truth,  and  the  power 
of  Jesus  Christ  to  transfigure  these  mortal  lives  into  the 
beginning  of  a deathless  existence,  could  have  spoken  but 


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one  single  sentence  in  these  last  moments  of  transition, 
they  would  have  sealed  the  faith  of  his  life-long  ministry 
and  echoed  the  words  of  the  saint:  “ Weep  not  for  me, 
for  I am  going  to  the  land  of  the  living.”  Beloved 
brethren,  God  sometimes  puts  a special  emphasis  upon 
men.  He  sometimes  underlines  them  ; he  prints  them  in 
capital  letters.  They  would  be  marked  anywhere.  Their 
inner  life  and  force  would  flash  out  under  all  circumstances, 
under  all  suns,  in  all  times,  making  them  distinguished 
and  remembered.  This  man  of  God  was  born  to  bring 
strength  and  beauty  into  the  sanctuary  of  Jesus  Christ : 
the  strength  of  a thoroughly  cultured  intellect,  masterly 
in  its  methods,  and  the  beauty  of  a godly,  symmetrical 
life. 

I do  not  stand  here  this  morning  to  name  his  virtues.  It 
would  seem  like  painting  and  praising  the  sunlight  in 
that  sphere  which  is  filled  with  its  effulgence  to-day.  If 
you  seek  for  his  monument,  look  around  you  ! The  walls 
and  gates  of  this  Zion,  built  first  for  the  Master  Jesus 
Christ,  the  glory  of  the  Father,  and  next  for  him  the  under 
shepherd;  this  gathered  multitude  to-day,  so  many  of 
whom  have  been  taught  and  trained  and  warned  and 
wooed  and  won  through  him  to  the  hopes  of  the  Gospel 
of  Christ ; these  other  throngs  that  have  felt  the  outreach- 
ing  arms  of  his  influence,  and  have  come  here,  each  with  a 
little  leaflet  to  weave  into  the  garland  of  his  honor ; this 
city  of  Brooklyn,  which  has  been  made  to  feel  his  mental 
power  and  moral  worth  ; the  land,  and  the  church  univer- 
sal, that  have  his  name  and  fame  in  lasting  keeping,  and 
will  build  many  a monument  and  many  a tablet  in  loving 
hearts  and  homes.  Oh  ! we  have  all  lost  a dear  and  treas- 
ured friend  and  counsellor  ; but  only  for  a time.  Remem- 
ber those  words,  “ entered  into  life .”  Do  not  many  of  you 
remember  that  last  communion  service  in  this  church — 
upon  the  second  day  of  last  March?  This  altar  here? 
Do  you  not  remember  that  voice,  at  first  a little  tremu- 
lous ; that  form,  at  first  a little  bowed  ; those  words,  at  first 
too  full  of  rushing  memories  and  gushing  feeling  to  be 
assured  and  fluent,  but  then  as  he  seemed  to  feel  through 


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the  dim  rapt  mystery  about  him,  and  as  the  spirit  seemed 
to  eye  with  eagle  gaze  the  noon  of  Heaven  undazzled 
by  the  blaze,  and  visions  of  eternity  seemed  sweeping  down 
to  his  view,  the  rising  strength,  the  nervous  fire,  the  more 
than  terrestrial  thrill  that  swept  along  the  current  of  his 
words,  and  made  us  feel  the  dread  solemnity  of  living  and 
the  awful  nearness  of  the  eternal  world?  Do  you  not 
remember  how  he  spoke  to  us  of  his  own  Gethsemane,  as 
all  alone  he  had  struggled  up  to  that  height  of  absolute 
and  sweet  submission  which  then  could  say,  “ Father,  if 
it  be  possible,  let  this  cup  pass  from  me  : nevertheless, 
not  as  I will,  but  as  Thou  wilt”?  The  foot  of  Jacob’s 
ladder  was  here  that  day.  Angels  were  descending 
and  ascending  before  the  gaze  of  our  faith.  There  was  a 
contest  then  and  there  in  that  great  soul,  and  a victory 
too,  grander  far  than  any  that  was  ever  won  at  Austerlitz 
or  in  the  Coliseum  of  Vespasian  ! And  now  this  man  so 
low  is  a conqueror,  nay  ! he  is  a king,  ay,  more  than  all, 
a son.  Then  what  mean  these  draped  and  pendent  sym- 
bols ? what  means  this  solemn  hush  upon  all  this  assem- 
blage ? what  mean  these  checked  or  choking  sighs? 
What  mean  these  warm  tears  dropping  even  now  from  so 
many  loving  eyes?  Do  they  mean  insubmission  ? yearning 
protests?  Do  they  mean  sorrow  as  without  hope?  Nay, 
nay ! but  they  do  mean  chastened  grief,  that  we  may  no 
longer  dwell  in  the  sunshine  of  his  presence — no  more 
listen  to  his  words  of  wisdom,  his  messages  of  truth,  to  the 
greetings  of  his  brother  love — that  we  shall  no  longer  see 
his  elastic  footsteps  upon  the  street,  and  the  cheering 
radiance  of  his  smile.  Whoever  may  have  differed  from 
him  in  judgment  or  feeling,  we  doubt  not  to-day  will  cast 
every  memory  thereof,  with  the  evergreen  leaf,  in  the 
open  grave.  Oh,  I would  to  God  that  a whole  race  of  such 
men  might  rise  up  to  proclaim,  defend,  and  magnify  the 
truth  of  the  Eternal  Word. 

I cannot  think,  I cannot  feel  that  this  man  now  before 
me  is  he,  so  still,  so  cold,  so  low.  Beloved  mourners,  it 
is  not  he,  it  is  only  the  clay.  All  that  we  most  prize,  all 
that  is  most  precious  and  beautiful  in  those  we  love,  sur- 


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vives  their  dying.  The  grave  takes  only  the  broken  shell, 
the  snapped  fetter.  God  has  the  freed,  the  deathless  soul ! 

“ Oh  change!  Oh  wondrous  change! 

Burst  are  the  prison  bars; 

This  moment  here,  so  low  in  mortal  prayer, 

And  now,  beyond  the  stars! 

Oh  change,  stupendous  change! 

Here  lies  the  senseless  clod; 

The  soul  its  bondage  breaks:  the  new  immortal  wakes, 

Awakes  with  God.” 


Hymn,  Read  by  Rev.  H.  M.  Scudder,  D.D. 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand, 

Rest  for  the  anxious  brow. 

Rest  for  the  weary,  wayworn  feet, 

Rest  from  all  labor  now ; — 

Rest  for  the  fevered  brain. 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ; 

Thro’  these  parched  lips  of  thine  no  more 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 
Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 

That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls, 

And  breaks  the  sealed  ground. 

Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust, 

Awake ! come  forth  and  sing ; 

Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been, 

But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

’Twas  sown  in  weakness  here ; 

Twill  there  be  raised  in  power ; 

That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed. 

Shall  rise  a heavenly  flower 


Address,  by  Rev.  Wm.  M.  Taylor,  D.D. 

At  last  the  long  agony  is  over,  and  our  beloved  brother 
is  at  rest.  We  shall  miss  him  much,  and  yet  it  was  with 
a sense  of  relief,  and  with  an  emotion  of  gratitude  to  God, 
that  we  heard  that  he  had  stepped  out  of  the  river  which 
he  had  been  so  long  crossing,  on  to  the  other  shore. 


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Others  must  speak  about  rrfy  friend’s  long  public  labors : 
it  is  mine  to  refer  to  him  rather  as  he  was  to  me,  in  those 
seasons  of  closest  intimacy  when  the  hearts  of  true  friends 
touch  each  other,  and  each  feels  the  other’s  throb.  When, 
now  a little  more  than  eight  years  ago,  I first  visited  this 
city,  to  fill  a little  space  in  the  pulpit  of  my  friend  who  sits 
at  my  side,  I came  more  frequently  and  closely  into  con- 
tact with  Dr.  Budington  than  with  any  other  clergyman  of 
this  country.  He  called  on  me,  and  took  me  out  for  drives 
to  see  the  places  of  interest — talked  with  me  of  men  and 
things  on  both  sides  of  the  Atlantic,  of  sermons  and  texts, 
and  homiletic  methods,  and  pastoral  experiences,  and 
church  measures,  with  all  the  enthusiasm  of  a theological 
student,  combined  with  all  the  wisdom  of  one  who  had 
been  thirty  years  in  the  ministry.  When,  so  unexpectedly 
to  myself,  I was  called  to  the  Tabernacle  Church  of  New 
York  City,  it  was  both  natural  and  appropriate  for  me  to 
ask  him  to  give  me  the  “ right  hand”  of  welcome  on  the 
evening  of  my  installation.  How  much  of  his  heart  he 
put  into  that  hand,  those  who  were  present  on  that  occa- 
sion will  remember.  I think  I feel  its  warm  grasp  now, 
and  hear  the  loving  sentences  with  which  he  accompanied 
it;  and  to-day  it  seems  to  me  that  he  has  but  gone  before 
me  a little  while  into  the  better  land,  to  give  me,  ere  long, 
in  that  new  world,  as  in  this,  another  welcome  to  the 
Church  of  the  First  Born. 

The  qualities  of  character  which  impressed  me  on  my 
first  acquaintance  with  him  were  those  which  came  out 
more  decidedly  and  conspicuously  the  longer  I knew  him. 
He  was  pre-eminently  a devout  man.  I think  he  helped 
me  in  some  measure  to  realize  what  it  means  to  “walk 
with  God.”  There  was  no  violent  transition  needed  to 
bring  him  from  the  secular  to  the  sacred.  Rather  the 
secular  seemed  always  to  be  sanctified  to  him,  by  the 
word  of  God  and  prayer.  He  understood  and  manifested 
the  spirit  that  is  beneath  the  words  “ Pray  without  ceas- 
ing” more  than  any  man  I have  ever  come  in  contact 
with.  When  we  were  with  him  we  felt  that  the  Master 
was  not  far  away. 


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But  this  devoutness  did  not  destroy  his  cheerfulness.  It 
only  elevated  and  sublimated  it,  so  that  when  you  left  his 
society  you  could  look  back  upon  your  hours  of  fellow- 
ship with  him  without  having  them  marred  with  the  re- 
membrance of  one  word  which  you  would  have  wished 
to  forget. 

I was  struck  increasingly,  as  the  years  went  on,  with 
the  Christian  gentlemanliness  of  his  deportment.  He  had 
studied  the  command  of  the  apostle,  “ Be  courteous.” 
There  was  alwrays  about  him  a fine  sense  of  propriety,  and 
a chivalrous  consideration  for  the  feelings  of  others  ; and 
this  was  no  mere  superficial  thing — a thin  veneer,  overlay- 
ing quite  another  disposition — but  rather  the  genuine  ex- 
pression of  the  true  nature  of  the  man.  When  my  honored 
predecessor  published  his  book  on  “ Church  and  State  in 
America”  he  dedicated  it  to  Dr.  Budington  as  the  finest 
specimen  of  a Christian  gentleman  with  whom  he  was  ac- 
quainted ; and  everybody  who  knew  him  must  have  been 
struck,  I will  not  say  with  the  generosity,  but  with  the 
justice  of  that  tribute. 

But  though  he  was  “ dowered  with  the  love  of  love,”  he 
was  also  endowed  with  “the  scorn  of  scorn.”  Few  men 
hated  meanness  and  duplicity  as  he  did.  He  was  a good 
hater,  in  the  sense  of  hating  that  which,  is  wrong.  But  the 
dominant  quality  of  his  character  was  an  unflinching 
courage.  He  was  one  of  the  bravest  men  I have  ever 
known ; and  his  courage,  so  at  least  it  seemed  to  me,  was 
not  that  of  mere  constitutional  temperament,  far  less  that  of 
the  man  who  has  not  fully  counted  the  cost  of  his  course, 
or  the  magnitude  of  the  difficulties  he  has  to  meet ; but  it 
was  that  of  deliberate  conviction.  He  adhered  to  the 
truth,  because  of  his  loyalty  to  Him  who  said  “ I am  the 
truth.”  No  matter  what  personal  interests  intervened,  or 
what  opposition  he  had  to  face,  he  would  not  flinch.  His 
motto  might  have  been  “ Amicus  Plato,  amicus  Socrates, 
sed  magis  arnica  Veritas;”  and  I delight  to  recall  those 
occasions  on  which  he  rose  superior  to  all  fear  of  conse- 
quences, because  he  felt  that  he  was  on  the  side  of  God. 

And  now  this  earnest  pastor,  eloquent  preacher,  devout 


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man  and  faithful  friend  has  gone.  The  magnitude  of  our 
loss  to-day  is  the  measure  of  our  consolation,  and  we  can 
thank  God  that  “we  shall  see  him  again,  and  our  hearts 
shall  rejoice.” 


Address  by  Rev.  R.  S.  Storks,  D.D. 

I do  not  think  it  will  seem  strange  to  any  present  that 
it  was  with  a singular  reluctance  that  I yielded  to  the 
request  of  our  friend  who  has  gone,  and  of  those  who  have 
held  him  in  their  heart  of  hearts,  that  I should  say  a few 
words  this  morning. 

My  acquaintance  with  him  began  many  years  ago — 
earlier  than  that  of  most  here  present.  That  acquaintance 
ripened  fast  into  perfect  confidence  and  affection.  That 
confidence  and  that  affection  have  never  for  a moment 
been  impaired,  or  interrupted ; and  since  his  death  was  an- 
nounced the  city  has  seemed  changed  to  me.  A light  has 
vanished  from  the  streets — the  light  of  his  benignant  and 
welcoming  face.  A music  is  silent  in  the  air — the  music 
of  his  always  cordial  and  animating  voice.  Indeed,  my 
Friends,  I should  sit  there  at  this  service,  and  not  be  stand- 
ing here  to  speak ! 

And  yet  we  may  all  rejoice  together  that  we  are  not 
here  to  say  “ Farewell,”  as  if  forever,  to  him  whom  we  have 
so  thoroughly  trusted,  and  so  long  and  tenderly  loved.  I re- 
member the  pleasure  with  which  years  ago  he  showed  to  me 
the  Latin  line  which  Henry  Alford,  Dean  of  Canterbury, 
had  directed  to  be  inscribed  upon  his  tombstone  in  the 
church-yard  of  St.  Martin’s : “ Deversorium  viatoris  Hie- 
rosolymam  proficiscentis” — The  resting-place  of  a traveller, 
on  his  way  to  Jerusalem.  1 think  of  those  words  now,  as  I 
look  upon  his  coffin.  I shall  think  of  them  again,  as  I 
stand  beside  his  grave.  They  might  be  appropriately  in- 
scribed on  any  monument  which  you  hereafter  may  build 
for  him — “ The  resting  place  of  a traveller,  on  his  way  to 
Jerusalem  !” 

I bade  him  Good-bye  for  a time,  years  ago,  on  one  of 


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those  visits  of  his  to  the  Old  World,  to  which  Dr.  Cuyler 
has  referred,  when  he  was  anticipating  the  delight  of  see- 
ng  the  Holy  Land,  of  seeing  Jerusalem,  the  city  of  David, 
the  city  of  the  Lord’s  redemptive  death,  over  which  to 
his  imagination  was  still  flung  the  shadow  of  the  cross, 
over  which  to  his  ardent  mind  still  shone  the  splendor  of 
the  ascension.  I bade  him  Good-bye  then,  in  the  confi- 
dent hope  of  seeing  him  again,  by  God’s  kindness  ; and  the 
hope  was  fulfilled.  None  of  us,  who  heard  him  after  his 
return  speaking  of  those  scenes,  will  ever  forget  the  eager, 
impassioned,  and  eloquent  utterance,  in  which  he  was  wont 
to  tell  of  Zion  and  Moriah,  of  Calvary  and  Gethsemane, 
of  the  Mount  of  Olives,  and  of  Bethlehem  beyond,  and  of 
all  the  land,  memorable  and  sacred,  in  which  these  are 
central. 

I now  again  bid  him  Good-bye,  but  only  for  a little,  as  he 
goes  up  to  the  heavenly  Jerusalem,  in  the  hope,  more  as- 
sured than  before,  of  seeing  him  again  ! I shall  go  to  him, 
though  he  shall  not  return  to  me.  And  when  we  see  him 
again,  my  Friends,  can  we  not  almost  anticipate  the  eager, 
fervent,  kindling  utterance,  in  the  celestial  speech,  in  which 
he  will  tell  us  of  the  wonders  and  glories  of  the  city  above, 
in  which  the  Lord  is  not  crucified  but  crowned ; where 
the  millions  of  the  saints  have  taken  the  place  of  the  few 
disciples ; and  from  which  they  go  no  more  out ! How 
much  he  might  tell  us  of  it  now,  and  of  all  the  heavenly 
realms  of  life  which  spread  around  it,  if  our  ears  could 
but  hear  his  remembered  voice ! if  he  could  but  speak  to 
us  what  it  is  in  his  heart  to  tell ! No ! I do  not  bid  him 
“ Farewell,”  but  only  “ Good-bye  for  a time.” 

For  years  to  come  his  benignant  and  commanding  pres- 
ence will  be  with  us  who  loved  him,  almost  as  if  again  we 
saw  it.  It  is  true,  indeed,  that  he  rests  from  his  labors, 
while  we  still  tarry  on  the  earth.  He  rests  forever,  in  a 
serene  and  supreme  tranquility  which  we  cannot,  as  yet, 
prefigure,  the  fulness  of  which  he  only  knows.  How  sweet 
that  rest  must  be  to  him,  after  long  weariness,  wasting, 
pain  ! There  is  a song  which  they  alone  know  who  have 
come  unto  God  out  of  great  tribulation.  In  fulness  of 


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light,  and  liberty,  and  peace,  he  rests  henceforth,  forever- 
more ! But  his  works  do  follow  him — or  follow  with 
him — as  the  Scripture  affirms.  It  is  not  merely  in  the  re- 
membrance of  them  which  he  carries  with  him  to  the 
sky,  though  that  remembrance  of  every  high  and  noble 
work  shall  be  to  him  an  immortal  reward.  It  is  not 
merely  in  the  rich  preparation  which  they  have  wrought 
in  him  for  the  services  and  offices  to  be  opened  to  him 
above,  though  how  great  these  may  be  the  Scriptures  seem 
to  intimate  to  us.  What  does  the  Master  mean?  “Thou 
hast  been  faithful  over  a few  things  ; I will  make  thee  ruler 
over  many  things.  Enter  thou  into  the  joy  of  thy  Lord.” 
Greater  works  than  are  possible  on  earth,  to  be  accomp- 
lished with  greater  powers,  amid  grander  opportunities, 
seem  here  to  be  promised  to  the  servant  of  Christ. 

What  closer  and  sweeter  sympathy  with  the  saints,  and 
with  the  Lord,  shall  he  also  carry  with  him  from  his 
work  on  earth,  through  all  that  character,  consecrated, 
unselfish,  Christlike,  which  here  was  wrought  in  him,  and 
which  has  been  so  touchingly  referred  to  ! Especially 
what  sympathies,  through  the  suffering  which  he  bore  ! 
He  had  indeed  his  Gethsemane  on  earth.  It  brought  him 
nearer  to  his  Master.  We  seek  to  enter  into  sympathy 
with  Christ  through  some  sudden  emotion,  some  rapture 
of  feeling,  some  ecstasy  of  vision.  We  do  come  nearest 
Him  through  labor  and  endurance,  as  far  as  may  be  resem- 
bling His  own  ; through  some  supreme  work  wrought  out 
by  us,  against  all  difficulty  and  all  resistance,  for  His  dear 
sake.  We  come  to  Him  more  closely  still  through  our 
experience  of  a sorrow  and  a submission  which  are  kin- 
dred with  His  own.  And  this  shall  be  our  Brother’s  joy 
in  heaven ! 

So  his  works  still  forever  follow  with  him,  while  the 
influence  and  the  memory  of  them  will  continue  to  abide 
with  us  on  the  earth,  in  years  to  come, — like  the  radiance 
flung  up  by  the  sun  on  the  sky,  long  after  the  orb  itself 
has  sunk  from  sight  beneath  the  horizon. 

Every  really  noble  life,  pure,  high-hearted,  and  benefi- 
cent, becomes  a permanent  power  and  blessing  in  civili- 


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zation.  A life  like  his,  with  such  a spirit  within  it,  could 
not  be  otherwise  than  impressive  to  all  who  came  under  its 
influence.  He  was  a man  of  remarkably  brilliant  and  en- 
gaging mental  parts,  accomplished  in  many  knowledges, 
conversant  with  the  best  literature,  thoughtful,  reflective, 
suggestive  in  conversation,  beyond  most  men  whom  I have 
known.  He  was  a man,  at  the  same  time,  of  a remarkably 
sensitive  and  imperative  moral  nature,  to  whom  duty  took 
almost  visible  presence  and  form,  and  to  whom  its  com- 
mands were  of  unquestionable  Divine  authority.  He  was 
a man  of  most  generous,  sincere,  and  tender  affections,  sym- 
pathetic with  others,  beloved  by  them  in  return.  Reference 
has  been  made  to  the  dedication  of  one  of  his  books  by  Dr. 
Thompson  to  Dr.  Budington.  It  happens  to  be  known  to 
me  that  after  the  death  of  Dr.  Thompson’s  son,  in  the 
army,  during  the  war,  his  friends  went  to  him  and  said, 
“ We  will  get  any  one  whom  you  may  desire  to  supply 
your  pulpit  on  the  next  Lord’s  day ; whom  would  you 
choose?”  And  with  eyes  streaming  with  tears  he  said, 
“ Of  all  the  men,  in  all  our  pulpits,  I would  rather  have 
my  dear  brother  Budington  with  me  to-morrow.”  He 
knew  the  tenderness  and  the  strength  of  that  most  affec- 
tionate and  loyal  heart. 

He  was  a man  of  the  most  earnest  desire  to  know  the 
truth,  always,  in  every  direction  and  department  of  thought, 
and  of  a really  intense  desire  to  discern  and  to  honor  right- 
eousness in  his  life ; a man  gifted  with  a profound  sense  of 
spiritual  things ; in  whom  was  a most  adoring  love  for  the 
Divine  Lord ; and  who  was,  by  nature  and  by  culture,  of  such 
a sympathetic,  aspiring,  stimulating  spiritual  nature,  that 
no  one  ever  came  into  contact  with  him  without  feeling  ani- 
mated and  refreshed  by  his  far-reaching  and  quickening 
words.  He  was  like  “ the  cloud  which  moveth  altogether, 
if  it  move  at  all.”  I have  known  many  men  eloquent, 
capable,  wise ; I never  knew  a man  who  more  entirely 
kept,  as  it  seemed  to  me,  that  precept  of  the  apostle, 
“ Whatsoever  things  are  true,  whatsoever  things  are  hon- 
est [or  honorable],  whatsoever  things  are  just,  whatsoever 
things  are  pure,  whatsoever  things  are  lovely,  whatsoever 


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things  are  of  good  report,  if  there  be  any  virtue,  and  if 
here  be  any  praise,  think  on  these  things.” 

His  soul  was  filled  with  sweetness,  loftiness,  purity  of 
thought ; and  so  it  was,  as  our  brother  has  said,  that  “ he 
walked  with  God.”  His  fellowship  with  the  Divine  was  a 
condition  of  his  influence  over  men.  His  mind  came  upon 
the  minds  of  others  with  a swift  impact,  born  of  the  con- 
viction and  the  enthusiasm  within  him  ; and  it  moved  them 
often  profoundly.  So  his  life  went  with  intensity  into  his 
work.  In  this  church,  in  the  city,  in  all  the  community, 
wherever  he  touched  it,  his  influence  was  felt.  How  long 
shall  it  here  continue  to  be  felt  and  vividly  remembered  ! 
His  very  conversation,  how  long  we  shall  remember  it ! 
How  eager  and  animating  it  was,  as  he  went  with  eager 
discursive  thought  into  far  ranges  of  knowledge  and  sug- 
gestion ; and  how  enamored  he  was  of  that  interchange  of 
thought ! His  mind  kindled  in  it ; was  prompt  to  give,  as 
well  as  glad  to  receive.  In  his  sermons,  and  public  dis- 
courses,too,  there  was  this  same  strong,  earnest, consecrated 
personality.  His  sermons  might  not  always  strike  with  im- 
mediate force  the  minds  of  the  multitude,  in  a mixed  con- 
gregation, but  they  found  elect  hearers  who  were  greatly 
impressed  by  them ; and  in  the  freer  discourse  of  the 
platform  he  had  few  equals.  What  power  and  impres- 
siveness he  sometimes  gave  to  such  discourse!  Who 
of  us  who  heard  him  will  ever  forget  that  closing  speech 
at  the  great  meeting  of  the  American  Board  in  this  city, 
nine  years  ago,  when  he  held  the  whole  assembly  in  his 
hand,  while  he  carried  them  to  the  far  results  of  the  mis- 
sionary work,  and  to  those  scenes  on  high  on  which  he 
looks  now  face  to  face, — till  there  was  not  one  heart  in  the 
Immense  assembly  which  did  not  thrill  and  exult  with  the 
beautiful  rapture  with  which  he  inspired  them ! till  there 
was  hardly  an  eye  which  was  not  full  of  joyful  tears ! 

In  all  his  work,  the  same  strong,  generous,  consecrated 
personality  went  eagerly  forth.  Every  one  felt  that  he 
was  a man  of  clear  and  strong  convictions,  pre-eminently 
faithful  to  them,  and  yet  a man  of  the  most  generous, 
catholic,  and  sympathetic  spirit.  He  loved  truth  in  what- 


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ever  form,  but  was  as  kind  as  he  was  faithful,  as  tender  as  he 
was  heroic.  Devoted  and  affectionate,  kindly  and  kingly, 
he  was  one  of  the  noblest  and  most  attractive  of  the  men 
whom  it  has  been  my  privilege  to  meet ; in  fellowship  with 
all  who  sought  the  truth  and  honored  righteousness,  while 
thoroughly  consecrated  to  the  Divine  service. 

So  his  work  will  live  long  after  him.  His  power  in 
this  church  will  be  here  still  for  years  to  come.  In 
this  pulpit  there  will  be,  for  how  many  years  ! an  un- 
seen presence,  recognized  by  many  worshipping  here.  The 
ministry  of  your  coming  pastor  may  be  long,  useful,  honor- 
able in  itself,  and  full  of  rich  Christian  success.  I trust 
and  pray  that  so  it  may  be.  I doubt  not,  with  God’s 
grace,  that  so  it  will  be.  But  there  will  be  this  presence 
still,  never  overshadowing  him,  never  intruding  itself 
for  an  instant  between  him  and  your  minds,  but  giving 
weight  to  every  earnest  Christian  word  which  he  may 
speak,  adding  its  benediction  to  every  truth  which  he  de 
dares.  In  every  circle  in  which  he  mingled,  in  the  city 
such  influence  will  remain ; among  the  institutes,  literary, 
humane,  artistic,  historical,  in  all  the  asylums  and  the 
societies,  in  whose  work  his  mind  was  engaged,  and  to 
which  he  contributed  so  much  of  wisdom,  of  practical  skill, 
of  earnestness  and  enthusiasm, — in  all  of  these  his  influence 
will  be  felt.  It  will  be  an  abiding  power  in  the  city,  when 
his  name  shall  have  ceased  even  to  be  heard  on  the  lips  o- 
men ; when  there  shall  be  few  remaining  who  will  re 
member  his  commanding  and  beautiful  bearing  and  pres- 
ence. 

Yes!  a good  life  never  dies;  a life  with  such  charming 
and  noble  elements  in  it,  by  the  inspiration  of  God’s  Spirit, 
never  dies.  I will  not  say  “ Farewell I only  say  “ Good- 
bye, lor  a time,  ’ Brother  and  Friend,  to  meet  again  ! 

It  is  almost  twenty-five  years  since  1 welcomed  him 
with  great  delight  to  this  pulpit,  to  which  I had  contrib- 
uted my  utmost,  by  argument  and  persuasive  counsel,  to 
lead  him  to  come  : and  there  has  not  been  an  interval  ol 
a moment,  from  that  day  to  the  day  of  his  death,  in  which  I 


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have  not  felt  gladdened  and  refreshed  by  the  conscious- 
ness that  he  was  my  neighbor  and  friend,  my  trusted  and 
beloved  Brother.  I felt  that  the  Lord  had  work  for  him 
here  to  do,  for  His  glory,  and  for  the  highest  welfare  of 
man  ; and  I knew  that  it  would  be  done,  even  to  the  end, 
nobly  and  well.  So  I urged  him  to  come,  and  have  re- 
joiced in  his  presence.  Against  my  wish,  and  hope,  and 
prayer,  as  against  those  of  how  many  others,  God  has 
now  called  him  to  the  city  above.  I know  that  He  has 
work  for  him  there  to  do ; and  I know  that  it  will  be  done 
in  the  same  spirit,  with  perfect  joy,  and  in  the  fulness  of 
prophesied  power.  Here  were  the  incipient  wings,  and  there 
are  the  mighty  and  immortal  pinions  ! Here  was  the  im- 
perfect apprehension  of  faith,  and  there  is  the  vision  face 
to  face ! What  a contrast ! “ Sown  in  corruption,  and 

raised  in  incorruption;  sown  in  dishonor,  and  raised  in 
glory  ; sown  in  weakness — a weakness  how  absolute  ! — 
and  raised  in  power — a power  how  regal  and  complete ! 
sown  a natural  body,  and  raised  a spiritual  body” — pain- 
less and  perfect,  transfigured  like  the  Lord’s  ! How  often 
has  he  read  those  words,  not  knowing  all  that  lay  within 
them  ! He  knows  it  now.  I know  not  yet  all  that  they 
mean.  But  I know  him,  brave  and  tender,  faithful  and 
sympathetic,  consecrated  and  heroic!  And  I know  that 
wherever  there  is  love,  and  truth,  and  beauty,  and  duty, 
in  the  universe  of  God,  no  matter  how  far  that  universe 
may  extend,  wherever  there  is  noble  work  to  be  accom- 
plished, wherever  is  the  sweet  and  lofty  fellowship  of 
the  holy,  wherever  is  the  presence  of  God  in  Christ,  in- 
spiring praise,  and  flooding  the  soul  with  power  and  with 
glory,  there  is  henceforth  h'is  radiant  and  celestial  home ! 
Good-bye,  my  Brother ! In  the  Heavenly  Jerusalem  we 
shall  meet  again  ! 

At  the  same  time  that  he  read  to  me  the  epitaph  chosen 
by  Dean  Alford,  he  read  to  me  also,  for  the  first  time,  the 
noble  hymn  written  by  the  Dean  which  was  read  and  sung 
at  the  close  of  his  funeral-service  in  the  English  church- 
yard, nine  years  ago  next  month.  It  seems  to  me  that 


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with  those  lines  we  well  may  close  this  service,  too,  and 
that  in  their  spirit  we  should  go  forth  : — 

“Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand, 

In  sparkling  raiment  bright, 

The  armies  of  the  ransomed  saints 
Throng  up  the  steeps  of  light: 

’Tis  finished — all  is  finished, 

Their  fight  with  death  and  sin; 

Fling  open  wide  the  golden  gates, 

And  let  the  victors  in! 

“ What  rush  of  Hallelujahs 
Fills  all  the  earth  and  sky! 

What  ringing  of  a thousand  harps 
Bespeaks  the  triumph  nigh! 

O Day,  for  which  Creation 
And  all  its  tribes  were  made! 

O Joy,  for  all  its  former  woes 
A thousand  fold  repaid! 

“ O then  what  raptured  greetings 
On  Canaan’s  happy  shore! 

What  knitting  severed  friendships  up. 

Where  partings  are  no  more! 

Then  eyes  with  joy  shall  sparkle 
That  brimmed  with  tears  of  late; 

Orphans  no  longer  fatherless, 

Nor  widows  desolate. 

“ Bring  near  thy  great  salvation, 

Thou  Lamb  for  sinners  slain! 

Fill  up  the  roll  of  Thine  elect. 

Then  take  Thy  power,  and  reign! 

Appear.  Desire  of  Nations, — 

Thine  exiles  long  for  home! 

Show  in  the  heaven  thy  promised  sign; 

Thou  Prince  and  Saviour,  come  !” 

He  read  these  lines  to  me,  with  eyes  brimmed  with 
tears,  and  with  a voice  trembling  with  emotion.  He  now 
from  on  high  repeats  them  to  us,  with  his  voice  ringing  in 
celestial  cadences,  and  with  eyes  bathed  in  immortal 
light ! 


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Closing  Prayer,  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer,  D.D. 

O thou  ever  living  and  ever  blessed  God  ! Thou  art 
the  same  yesterday,  to-day,  and  forever.  Thou  hast  been 
in  all  ages  the  refuge  of  thy  people — a present  help  in  the 
time  of  trouble.  We  have  abundant  reason  to  know  that 
it  is  a ground  of  joy  to  all  the  earth  that  the  Lord  God 
omnipotent  reigneth. 

We  come  together  to-day  under  circumstances  which 
so  affect  our  hearts  that  we  might  well  sit  together  in 
silence  before  thee  ; but  we  feel,  our  Father,  our  Re- 
deemer, our  Sanctifier,  our  Covenant  God,  that  we  have  a 
solemn  duty  to  perform — the  duty  of  uniting  in  one  ear- 
nest offering  of  thanksgiving  to  thee,  who  art  the  giver  of 
all  blessings.  We  thank  thee  on  behalf  of  our  brother,  on 
whose  account  we  have  met  together  to-day.  We  thank 
thee  for  his  being,  and  for  his  gifts,  and  for  the#  training  by 
which  thou  didst  prepare  him  for  the  life-work  appointed 
for  him.  We  thank  thee  that  thou  didst  fit  him  to  fill  such 
a position  in  thy  service.  We  thank  thee,  O thou  Divine 
Comforter,  that  thou  didst  so  thoroughly  enter  into  his 
mind  and  heart,  and  so  sanctify  his  powers,  as  to  make 
him  a blessing  to  all  who  felt  his  influence.  We  thank 
thee  that,  through  the  long  years  of  his  service  as  a min- 
ister of  Christ,  thou  didst  uphold  him  and  spiritually  enrich 
him,  and  give  him  grace  to  speak  such  words  of  faithful 
testimony  to  the  love  that  redeemed  the  world ; and  we 
praise  thee  for  all  the  good  he  has  accomplished  in  the 
midst  of  his  own  people  and  of  this  community.  We 
thank  thee  that  when  thou  wouldst  make  him  perfect,  and 
hadst  called  him  to  fellowship  with  Christ  in  suffering, 
thou  didst  give  him  at  length  peacefully  to  pass  away 
from  these  scenes  of  earthly  labor,  that  he  might  enter  into 
the  joy  of  the  Lord  and  begin  those  higher  and  nobler 
services  that  are  to  be  his  forever.  We  rejoice  with  him 
to-day.  He  has  ended  his  earthly  warfare.  He  has  en- 
tered into  rest  with  God.  He  has  come  unto  Mount  Zion 
and  unto  the  City  of  the  Living  God,  the  Heavenly  Je- 
rusalem, and  to  an  innumerable  company  of  Angels,  to 


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the  General  Assembly  and  Church  of  the  First  Born 
which  are  written  in  Heaven,  and  to  God  the  Judge  of 
all,  and  to  the  spirits  of  just  men  made  perfect,  and  to 
Jesus  the  Mediator  of  the  New  Covenant.  Accept  our 
thanks,  O God,  for  all  that  thou  hast  now  made  him,  and 
for  all  that  he  was  permitted  to  do  on  earth. 

We  implore  thy  blessing  upon  those  who,  by  his  re- 
moval from  earth,  find  the  circle  of  their  affections  broken. 
We  pray  that  thou  wilt  come  with  divine  comforts  into 
this  family  out  of  which  thou  hast  taken  the  husband  and 
father  O thou  gracious  Saviour,  who  hast  thyself  lived 
amid  these  earthly  scenes  and  hast  experienced  the  sorrows 
of  hearts  that  suffer  here,  we  pray  that  the  peace  of  God 
that  passeth  all  understanding  may  be  poured  into  the 
bereaved  heart  which  thou  hast  touched  most  tenderly  of 
all ; and  grant,  we  pray  thee,  to  the  children,  that  the  coun- 
sels and  merfiones  of  this  father,  so  loved  and  honored, 
may  abide  with  them  continually  and  help  to  mould  their 
characters,  and  to  draw  them  more  and  more  to  Christ. 
Grant  that  thy  saving  grace  may  descend  upon  all  this 
household.  May  they  set  their  affections  on  things  above, 
comforting  themselves  in  the  divine  promises,  and  so,  as 
one  family,  become  prepared  to  be  reunited  again  in  that 
blessed  fellowship  above,  which  never  shall  be  broken. 

We  beseech  thee  also,  our  Father  in  Heaven,  to  enable 
those  of  us  who  have  been  associated  with  our  departed 
brother  as  ministers  of  Christ  to  receive  to  our  profit  the 
lesson  given  us  to-day.  We  are  all  mourners.  We  have 
lost  a brother  beloved,  a friend,  a counsellor.  May  we  be 
stimulated  by  his  example  of  fidelity  to  his  Lord ; and 
each  of  us,  at  last,  be  recognized  of  Christ,  as  we  trust 
that  he  has  been,  as  a good  and  faithful  servant.  On  all 
who  are  present  to-day  wilt  thou  bestow  thy  blessing ; on 
this  people  who  sorrow  for  the  loss  of  their  faithful  pastor ; 
and  on  the  people  of  this  city  who  have  known  and  hon- 
ored him  so  long.  Grant,  we  beseech  thee,  thou  gracious 
God,  that  their  hearts  may  be  opened  to  the  Gospel 
which  he  preached  and  the  Saviour  whom  he  loved.  We 
rejoice,  O Christ,  that  though  thy  servants  die,  thou  ever 


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livest,  and  wilt  at  length  make  the  whole  earth  glad 
through  that  Gospel  which  giveth  life  and  strength  and 
beauty.  Let  thy  holy  kingdom  come  ! 

And  now,  Lord,  let  thy  peace  be  with  us.  When  our 
last  act  of  love  shall  have  been  performed,  and  this  body 
shall  have  been  committed  to  the  grave  in  faith  and 
hope,  may  we  return  to  our  homes  to  fill  up  the  measure 
of  our  days  in  the  love  and  service  of  God  in  Christ. 
Then  bring  us  every  one  to  that  blessed  world  where 
there  is  no  more  death,  where  the  Lamb  that  is  in  the 
midst  of  the  throne  shall  feed  his  servants  and  lead  them 
to  living  fountains  of  waters,  and  God  shall  wipe  away  all 
tears  from  their  eyes. 

We  ask  these,  and  all  other  blessings  of  which  we  stand 
in  need,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.  Amen. 


Closing  Hymn,  Read  by  Rev.  L.  W.  Bancroft,  D.D. 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  Thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure  ; 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 


Not  the  labor  of  my  hand 
Can  fulfil  the  law’s  demand ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know. 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 

All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 

Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 


Nothing  in  my  hand  I bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I cling; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress, 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace ; 
Vile,  I to  the  fountain  fly, 

Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I die! 


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While  I draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death. 
When  I soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne. 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 


Benediction  by  Rev.  L.  W.  Bancroft,  D.D. 

The  peace  of  God,  that  passeth  all  understanding, 
keep  your  hearts  and  minds  in  the  knowledge  and  love  of 
God,  and  of  his  Son  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.  And  the  bless- 
ing of  God  Almighty,  the  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Holy 
Ghost,  be  amongst  you,  and  remain  with  you  always. 
Amen. 


RESOLUTIONS  OF  PUBLIC  BODIES. 


Charlestown,  Mass.,  December  12,  1879. 

At  a meeting  of  the  First  Parish  Church  held  this  evening  it  was 

Voted ’ That  this  church  receive  with  sorrow  the  intelligence  of 
the  death  of  William  Ives  Budington,  D.D.,  a former  pastor  of  this 
church. 

Resolved,  That  the  consecration  of  his  early  manhood,  for  a period 
of  more  than  fourteen  years,  to  the  interests  Of  this  church,  greatly  to 
her  spiritual  prosperity  and  growth,  during  which,  also,  he  prepared 
and  dedicated  to  her  a valued  memorial  of  her  early  history,  calls 
upon  us  to  place  upon  record  our  grateful  appreciation  of  the  labors 
he  performed  here. 

Voted,  That  a copy  of  these  votes  and  resolutions  be  entered  upon 
the  records  of  the  church,  and  also  that  a copy  be  sent  to  the  family 
of  the  deceased. 


CLINTON  AVENUE  CONGREGATIONAL  CHURCH, 
DECEMBER  5,  1879. 

Rev.  William  Ives  Budington,  D.D. 

Under  the  shadow  of  a profound  grief  and  oppressed  by  the 
weight  of  our  sore  bereavement,  we,  the  members  of  the  Clinton 
Avenue  Congregational  Church,  while  bowing  with  submission  to  the 
dispensation  of  Providence,  which  has  removed  our  loved  and 
honored  pastor.  Rev.  William  Ives  Budington,  D.D.,  who  “entered 
into  life”  November  29th,  1879,  would  record  on  our  minutes  a trib- 
ute of  our  esteem  and  love  for  one  whose  spiritual  oversight  and 
guidance  we  have  enjoyed  so  long.  It  is  a privilege  that  we  could 
not  too  highly  prize  to  have  been  connected  in  such  tender  relations 
with  one  who  imbibed  so  deeply  the  spirit  of  the  Great  Teacher ; and 
now  that  he  is  taken  from  our  presence,  and  all  that  we  have  left  is 
the  memory  of  what  he  was,  and  the  impressions  made  on  mind  and 
character  by  his  influence  and  instructions,  we  would  testify  our  ap- 
preciation of  his  worth. 

In  all  the  relations  which  Dr.  Budington  sustained  to  this  church 
in  the  nearly  twenty-five  years  of  his  pastorate,  he  proved  his  rare 


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qualifications  for  the  responsible  trust.  Coming  to  it  in  its  early 
growth,  he  was  largely  instrumental  in  laying  the  foundations  of  its 
future  success.  With  wise  forecast  and  far-reaching  sagacity  he 
planned  for  the  time  when  this  section  of  the  city,  which  then  was 
sparsely  settled,  should  be  crowded  with  an  intelligent  population. 
He  at  once  became  the  centre  of  attraction  to  incoming  families  seek- 
ing a church  home,  and  his  personal  magnetism  and  his  social  traits, 
combined  with  the  higher  graces  of  heart  and  mind,  have  made  him 
ever  since  the  living  personal  bond  of  union  of  our  membership,  and 
the  influential  spring  of  the  activities  with  which  this  church  has  been 
identified  through  his  inspiring  leadership. 

To  how  many  through  these  years  has  he  been  the  spiritual  father, 
leading  them  into  the  new  life  of  love  and  service  for  Christ!  To  how 
many  from  the  depths  of  his  spiritual  experience  has  he  proved  a 
guide  into  the  higher  walks  of  Christian  attainment!  To  how  many 
has  his  favorite  ideal  of  “ pure  religion  and  undefiled  ” indicated  the 
inseparable  connection  between  a Christian  profession  and  a life  of 
active  service,  and  opened  through  the  channels  of  our  church  visitation 
work  the  opportunities  of  personal  labor  for  Christ  and  for  human- 
ity! To  how  many  has  his  firm,  enlightened,  unwavering  faith,  hold- 
ing fast  to  the  sure  Word  of  God,  confirmed  rather  than  shaken  by 
the  theories  of  science,  of  which  he  was  an  ardent  student,  proved  a 
bulwark  and  a defence  when  their  timid  fears  led  them  to  hesitate 
and  doubt!  To  how  many  sorrowing,  broken  hearts,  mourning  the 
loss  of  their  dearest,  and  refusing  to  be  comforted,  has  he  proved  the 
Angel  of  Consolation,  sharing  with  tender  sympathy  their  inmost 
grief,  and  leading  the  stricken  soul  to  Him  who  could  “ give  the  gar- 
ment of  praise  for  the  spirit  of  heaviness” ! To  how  many — yes,  to  all 
of  us — has  he  proved  the  wise  counsellor,  the  gifted  teacher,  the  faith- 
ful pastor,  the  tender,  loving,  sympathizing  friend  ! And  the  thought 
that  for  the  last  time  we  have  looked  upon  his  benignant  face,  and 
heard  his  inspiring,  eloquent,  and  loving  words,  comes  to  us  with  a 
sadness  and  pain  that  we  cannot  repress.  For  what  he  was  to  us, 
and  for  what,  without  neglecting  his  duties  to  us,  he  was  to  the 
neighborhood,  to  the  city,  to  the  great  cause  of  benevolence  and 
humanity  the  world  around — to  every  appeal  of  which  his  noble  heart 
was  quickly  responsive — we  shall  ever  be  grateful  to  the  Great  Giver 
who  gave  him  to  us,  and  permitted  him  to  spend  with  us  his  well- 
rounded  life  of  honor  and  usefulness. 

How  gladly  would  we  have  averted  the  long  and  bitter  sorrow  and 
pain  through  which  that  precious  life  was  called  to  close ; but  how 
bravely  and  patiently  did  he  meet  the  trial  sent  upon  him ! From 
that  chamber  of  suffering  no  word  of  murmuring  ever  came  to  us. 
That  one  so  lovely,  spotless,  and  pure  should  have  been  called  to 
drink  so  deeply  of  the  bitter  cup  is  indeed  a mystery.  But  with 


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chastened  sorrow  and  firm  belief  in  Him  “who  doeth  all  things  well," 
we  will  yet  say  with  profound  submission,  “ Even  so,  Father,  for  so  it 
seemed  good  in  Thy  sight." 

Our  loved  and  honored  teacher,  pastor,  friend,  has  passed  to  his 
glorious  reward.  The  record  of  the  life  of  one  who  was  indeed 
“thoroughly  furnished  unto  all  good  works"  is  left  deeply  written  in 
our  hearts  and  lives.  Much  as  we  cherished  him,  and  deeply  as  our 
sorrows  and  our  sympathies  cling  about  his  beloved  wife  and  family, 
we  would  honor  his  memory,  not  by  repining  and  idle  grief,  but  by 
carrying  on  the  work  he  began  so  nobly,  by  remembering  the  words 
he  spake  while  he  was  yet  with  us,  by  exemplifying  in  consecrated 
lives  the  teaching  of  his  faithful  life,  and  by  ever  showing  the  sincerity 
of  our  faith  and  love  for  his  Master  and  ours,  by  walking  in  his  foot- 
steps here  till  we  are  called  to  join  him  in  his  heavenly  home. 


THE  WOMAN’S  UNION  MISSIONARY  SOCIETY. 

41  Bible  House,  New  York,  December  13,  1879. 

With  feelings  of  tenderest  sympathy,  the  Board  of  the  Woman's 
Union  Missionary  Society  desire  to  express  their  sorrow  for  the  deep 
shadow  which  has  fallen  upon  the  heart  and  home  of  their  beloved 
associate  and  Vice-President,  Mrs.  W.  I.  Budington,  and  also  to 
record  their  own  grief  in  this  great  bereavement.  Therefore, 

Resolved,  That  the  tidings  of  the  death  of  Rev.  Dr.  Budington, 
late  pastor  of  Clinton  Avenue  Congregational  Church,  bring  to  this 
society  a peculiar  sense  of  loss,  awakening  remembrances  of  what  the 
name  and  influence  of  this  Christian  minister  has  ever  been  to  our 
beloved  work.  The  warm  sympathy,  approval,  and  open  commenda- 
tion of  Dr.  Budington  were  inwrought  into  the  very  origin  and 
organization  of  this  Society,  and  from  that  time  onward  his  personal 
aid,  his  church  and  Sabbath-school,  his  pulpit,  and  his  home  were 
made  free  with  kindest  welcome  to  the  undenominational  Union  work 
which  sought  to  clasp  together  in  one  the  hands  of  American 
mothers  and  daughters  with  the  hands  of  mothers  and  daughters  of 
India,  China,  and  Japan.  The  central  idea  and  aim  of  Dr.  Buding- 
ton’s  ministry,  which  was  the  calling  forth  of  personal  service  in  the 
church,  led  him  to  grasp  this  new  and  unostentatious  branch  of 
woman’s  work  as  peculiarly  adapted  to  develop  and  give  expression 
to  Christian  character  among  the  young.  The  first  of  a long  succes- 
sion, “ The  Pioneer  Mission  Band,"  was  like  a consecrated  child  of 
the  church,  named  by  this  pastor,  in  a meeting  at  his  own  house,  and 
its  work  and  welfare  were  dear  to  his  heart. 


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In  the  growth  and  prosperity  of  our  Society,  as  years  went  by,  Dr. 
Budington  ever  manifested  appreciative  interest  and  intelligent 
sympathy.  During  the  convention  which  was  held  in  the  Church  of 
the  Pilgrims,  Brooklyn,  and  lasted  three  days,  he  bore  the  cause  upon 
his  heart  from  first  to  last,  taking  part  in  its  opening  evening  exer- 
cises, often  looking  in,  and  referring  to  its  sessions  in  his  pulpit  the 
following  Sabbath  as  a remarkable  and  memorable  scene. 

There  was  no  service,  public  or  private,  which  Dr.  Budington  was 
not  ready  to  perform  in  behalf  of  the  society  : to  say  tender  words  of 
farewell  to  our  missionaries ; to  stimulate  by  his  eloquence  to  greater 
zeal  at  home ; to  appeal  for  needed  funds  ; he  has  done  them  all , with 
the  grace  and  courtesy  which  was  his  personal  characteristic,  and  the 
ardor  of  Christian  devotion  which  heartily  believed  in  the  special  form 
of  foreign  mission  work  which  we  sought  to  do. 

We  mourn  the  loss  of  this  strong  and  faithful  friend,  asking  with 
sad  hearts,  “ Who  can  take  his  place  ?”  We  look  above,  and  our  grief 
is  not  unmixed  with  joy  as  we  think  of  the  ever-growing  company  of 
the  redeemed  in  heaven,  who  once  walked  with  us  on  earth,  but  now 
rest  from  their  labors  and  their  works  do  follow  them. 

Resolved , That  a copy  of  this  resolution  be  sent  to  the  family  and 
the  church  of  the  late  Dr.  Budington. 

Mrs.  Jacob  LeRoy,  President. 

Miss  S.  D.  Doremus,  Cor.  Secretary. 

MlSS  J.  Abeel,  Rec.  Secretary. 

Mrs.  J.  E.  Johnson,  Asst.  Treasurer. 


MINUTES  ADOPTED  BY  THE  LONG  ISLAND  HISTORI- 
CAL SOCIETY,  DECEMBER  16,  1879. 

The  Rev.  William  Ives  Budington,  D.D.,  died  on  Saturday, 
November  29th,  1879. 

He  was  born  at  New  Haven,  Ct.,  April  21st,  1815.  Having  gradu- 
ated at  Yale  College  in  1834,  he  first  pursued  his  theological  studies 
at  New  Haven,  and  then  at  Andover,  where  in  1839  he  completed  his 
preparations  for  the  ministry.  He  was  ordained  pastor  of  the  First 
Church  in  Charlestown,  Mass.,  April  22d,  1840,  and  continued  his 
Christian  labors  there  for  fourteen  years.  In  1854  he  preached  a 
short  time  for  a Presbyterian  Church  in  Philadelphia,  till  he  ac- 
cepted a call  to  Brooklyn,  April  20th,  1855,  as  pastor  of  the  Clinton 
Avenue  Congregational  Church.  The  next  year  he  received  from 
Amherst  College  the  degree  of  Doctor  of  Divinity.  After  a long  and 
eminently  successful  ministry  in  this  city,  he  was  obliged,  in  conse- 
quence of  the  painful  disease  that  finally  terminated  his  life,  to  sur- 


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render  his  post  of  duty  and  retire  from  active  service,  only  to  find 
himself,  however,  at  once  elected  as  pastor  emeritus  of  his  beloved 
church,  and  made  the  recipient  of  other  and  abundant  tokens  of  the 
gratitude  and  affection  of  his  people. 

The  fine  intellectual  gifts  and  scholarly  attainments,  the  rare 
spiritual  graces  and  earnest  fidelity  to  his  profession,  which  distin- 
guished Dr.  Budington  not  only  won  for  him  in  an  unusual  degree 
the  esteem  and  love  of  the  churches  to  which  he  successively  and 
specially  ministered,  but  also  secured  for  him  a wide  and  permanent 
influence  for  good  in  large  Christian  communions  of  various  names. 
His  ardent  and  efficient  labors  in  behalf  of  the  evangelization  of  the 
world,  and  in  furtherance  of  the  literary,  educational,  humane,  and 
patriotic  enterprises  and  interests  of  the  community  in  which  he 
lived,  now  cause  his  death  to  be  lamented  as,  in  no  ordinary  sense,  a 
public  loss. 

Among  the  many  institutions  of  Brooklyn  which  he  greatly  be- 
friended was  the  Long  Island  Historical  Society.  He  was  a member 
and  also  a director  of  it  from  the  time  of  its  formation  until  his 
decease.  With  a view  to  a suitable  record  of  our  testimony  to  the 
excellence  and  usefulness  of  our  departed  associate,  we  would  here 
express  our  grateful  appreciation  of  his  wise  and  helpful  counsels  in 
this  as  in  other  departments  of  his  service ; our  cherished  remem- 
brance of  his  instructive  and  eloquent  interpretations,  from  time  to 
time  of  the  events  and  lessons  of  the  past ; our  sincere  admiration  of 
his  exalted  and  beautiful  character,  in  which  his  amiable,  tender,  and 
winning  qualities  were  so  harmoniously  blended  with  his  stern  and 
inflexible  truth,  justice,  and  rectitude ; our  heartfelt  sorrow  that  we 
shall  henceforth  miss  his  genial  presence  and  welcome  words  in  social 
scenes  or  official  relations  which  he  did  so  much  to  make  pleasant 
and  profitable  to  us  ; our  profound  sympathy  with  his  family  in  the 
sore  bereavement  with  which  they  have  been  visited,  and  the  exceed- 
ing comfort  which  we  are  permitted  to  share  with  them  in  the 
thought  of  the  glorious  reward  that  now  crowns  his  pure,  self-sacri- 
ficing, patient,  and  triumphant  spirit. 


ADELPHI  ACADEMY,  BROOKLYN,  DECEMBER  1 6,  1879. 

At  a meeting  of  the  Board  of  Trustees  of  the  Adelphi  Academy, 
held  at  the  Academy  on  Monday,  the  15th  day  of  December,  1879,  the 
following  preamble  and  resolution  was  unanimously  adopted : 

Whereas , since  the  last  meeting  of  this  Board,  the  Rev.  William 
Ives  Budington,  D.D.,  has  departed  this  life  ; 

And  Whereas , his  connection  with  the  Board  and  his  services  in 


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behalf  of  the  Aldelphi  Academy,  and  his  long  association  with  its 
several  interests,  demand  recognition  at  our  hands  and  mention  in  our 
records : 

Therefore,  Resolved,  That  while  we  all  have  sympathized  in  the 
deep  sorrow  which  has  fallen  upon  his  family,  his  church,  and  this 
whole  community,  we  also  feel  very  keenly  a special  loss,  as  of  one  to 
whom  the  best  welfare  of  the  institution  under  our  charge  was  very 
dear.  Of  his  constant  zeal  in  the  general  cause  of  the  highest  educa- 
tion nothing  adequate  can  here  be  said.  It  would  be  simply  to  tell 
the  story  of  his  life  ; to  write  the  biography  of  the  man.  When  our 
Academy  was  placed  upon  its  present  basis,  everything  pointed  to  him 
as  the  fittest  person  to  fill  the  position  of  its  chief  executive.  He 
was  accordingly  unanimously  elected  our  first  president.  How  faith- 
fully and  conscientiously,  and  in  emergencies  how  helpfully,  and  at 
all  times  how  far  more  than  satisfactorily,  he  filled  that  office  is  fresh 
in  all  our  memories.  How  fair  he  always  was,  how  courteous,  and 
how  kind  ! There  can  be  no  pleasanter  reminiscences  of  the  past  as 
connected  with  this  Board  than  those  scenes  where  Dr.  Budington 
presided  over  and  mingled  in  its  counsels.  The  progress  of  the  insti- 
tution was  his  constant  care.  He  watched  over  it  as  a father  watches 
over  his  children.  The  minutest  details  of  its  management  were  not 
too  small  for  him,  and  the  anxious  solicitude  always  manifested  that 
all  connected  with  it  should  move  harmoniously,  “ decently  and  in 
order,”  marked  the  depth  of  his  love  for  this  work.  Indeed  it  may 
not  be  questioned  that  the  standing  of  the  Academy  to-day  on  the 
very  high  plane  it  occupies  is  due  in  large  measure  to  his  personal 
interest,  his  personal  liberality,  his  personal  influence.  While  we  thus 
all  too  feebly  and  briefly  record  what  he  was  to  us,  we  would  also  in 
conclusion  propose  his  example  as  our  model  for  the  future,  and 
renewedly  pledge  ourselves  to  this  community  to  carry  out  the  end 
he  so  fostered  and  cherished,  until  it  shall  reach  the  highest  pinnacle 
of  excellence. 


CONGREGATIONAL  CLERICAL  UNION  OF  NEW  YORK. 

The  members  of  the  Congregational  Clerical  Union  of  New  York 
and  vicinity,  having  learned,  with  sorrow,  of  the  removal  by  death 
of  their  honored  and  beloved  brother,  Rev.  Dr.  William  Ives  Buding- 
ton, do  hereby  record  their  high  estimate  of  his  personal  and  minis- 
terial gifts  and  graces  which  have  made  his  work  for  the  Master 
through  a long  period  of  years  so  conspicuously  fruitful ; the  appre- 
ciation of  his  steadfast  adherence  to  the  faith  of  the  New  England 
Fathers,  and  his  eminent  services  in  behalf  of  our  local  and  national 
missionary  enterprises,  our  institutions  of  learning,  and  in  plans  of 


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practical  beneficence.  We  shall  reverently  cherish  the  memory  of  his 
pure,  unblemished  life,  of  his  toilful  labors,  of  his  patient  and  heroic 
endurance  of  the  sufferings  which  closed  them.  We  bow  before  that 
dispensation  of  Divine  Providence  which  has  thus  taken  from  us, 
from  a beloved  household,  and  an  honored  church  “ the  strong  staff 
and  the  beautiful  rod,”  and  humbly  invoke,  in  behalf  of  them  and  our- 
selves, that  consoling  grace  which  alone  can  sustain  in  this  hour  of 
need,  and  can  sanctify  this  present  loss  to  our  eternal  gain. 

The  Union  voted  to  attend  the  funeral  in  a body. 


BROOKLYN  CLERfCAL  UNION,  NOVEMBER  29,  1879. 

The  Brooklyn  Clerical  Union,  learning  that  Rev.  W.  I.  Budington, 
D.D.,  a member  of  this  body  from  its  organization — more  than  twenty- 
three  years  ago — and  a brother  beloved  by  us  all,  has  this  day  been 
taken  from  us,  desire  to  express  our  sense  of  personal  loss,  and  to 
record  our  grateful  recollection  of  his  genial  and  helpful  association 
with  us. 

While  critical,  even  to  severity,  in  his  tastes,  exacting  in  his  search 
after  principles,  tenacious  of  convictions  when  reached,  and  unflinch- 
ingly rigorous  in  their  application.  Dr.  Budington  was  still  among 
the  most  considerate,  modest,  gentle,  and  affectionate  of  men. 

A careful  reader,  an  observant  traveller,  a patient  and  discriminat- 
ing thinker,  his  conversation  was  always  instructive  and  stimulating ; 
a sensitive,  upright,  generous,  high-minded  man,  his  companionship 
was  ennobling  and  refining.  Above  all,  his  spirit  was  so  suffused  with 
the  simplicity  and  unselfishness  of  Christianity  that  “ the  beauty  of 
holiness”  revealed  in  him  best  witnessed  for  the  ministry  he  exercised 
and  the  religion  he  professed. 

Sorrowing  with  the  stricken  household,  the  church  he  served  so 
long  and  well,  and  the  community  whose  lengthening  years  had 
brought  increasing  love,  that  we  shall  “see  his  face  no  more,”  we  yet 
rejoice  with  them  in  the  bright  after-glow  of  a radiant  life  here,  and 
in  the  assurance  that  life  has  issued  into  a brighter  morning  be- 
yond. 


MANHATTAN  CONGREGATIONAL  ASSOCIATION. 

Resolved \ That  the  members  of  the  Manhattan  Association  of  Con- 
gregational Ministers  desire  to  record  their  very  deep  sense  of  what 
this  Association  has  lost  in  the  death  of  our  beloved  and  venerated 
brother,  the  Rev.  Wm.  Ives  Budington,  D.D.,  who,  since  they  last 


met,  has  finished  his  earthly  labors  and  ascended  to  minister  in  the 
service  of  the  eternal  temple. 

Knowing  him  as  we  all  knew  him,  loving  him  as  we  all  loved 
him,  remembering,  as  we  all  remember,  the  zeal  and  ability,  the  fra- 
ternal kindness  and  Christian  courtesy,  which  he  habitually  exhibited 
in  this  body,  of  which  he  was  one  of  the  original  and  most  honored 
members, — we  wish,  as  cherishing  affectionate  memories  of  what  he 
was  to  us  as  our  associate  and  friend,  to  bear  our  united  testimony  to 
his  admirable  character,  and  to  the  high  place  he  held  in  all  our  hearts. 

Resolved , That  in  the  death  of  Dr.  Budington,  not  only  this  Associa- 
tion, the  Congregational  ministry,  the  church  he  so  long  served,  and 
the  city  which  was  the  chief  scene  of  his  labors,  but  also  the  Christian 
Church  Catholic  and  the  world,  have  suffered  a loss  which  it  is  diffi  • 
cult  fully  to  appreciate ; that  we  gratefully  recall  the  gentlemanly 
urbanity  which  marked  his  intercourse  with  others , the  Christian 
guilelessness,  combined  with  manly  dignity,  for  which  he  was  so  dis- 
tinguished ; his  practical  wisdom,  his  scholarly  acquirements,  and 
cultivated  taste ; his  exemplary  fidelity  as  a pastor  and  preacher,  and 
his  hearty  co-operation  in  benevolent  Christian  work  , above  all,  the 
Christlike  spirit  and  devotion  to  duty  manifested  in  the  daily  contacts 
of  his  life,  by  all  which  he  has  left  a stimulating  example,  and  has 
won  for  himself  a place  of  enduring  honor  in  the  wide  circle  withirt 
which  his  name  and  character  were  known ; and  finally  that,  though 
we  shall  see  his  face  and  hear  his  friendly  voice  no  more,  we  rejoice 
that  his  influence  still  lives,  and  will  long  live,  to  enrich  and  bless  the 
world. 

Resolved , That  the  Secretary  of  the  Association  be  requested  to  send 
a copy  of  these  resolutions,  with  the  assurance  of  our  sincerest 
sympathy,  to  the  family  of  Dr.  Budington,  and  to  the  clerk  of  the 
Clinton  Avenue  Congregational  Church. 

New  York,  January  27th,  1880. 


